Chapter 1078: The Direction of Destruction

Chen Ling felt like he was floating.

Like recovering freedom from some kind of imprisonment, floating silently in the wind, he didn't know where he should go, but there seemed to be a force in the dark, pulling him forward.

I don't know how long it had been, when a familiar feeling of darkness and cold surged into his heart...

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Is this... the auditorium?"

Chen Ling looked down and found that he was sitting on the chair he had once sat on. The "audience" that had originally filled the surroundings had all disappeared, as if he were the only one left in the entire auditorium.

Directly in front of him, the stage had fallen into darkness, and countless "human figures" were crowding and scrambling on the stage, like a carnival of demons.

He was back in the theater?

Chen Ling vaguely remembered that he was still on the clock tower just now, having been ambushed by the Silver King and having his "self" stolen... How did his consciousness return now?

Chen Ling didn't believe the Silver King would kindly return his consciousness, so the only possibility was...

Something happened to the Silver King.

Chen Ling looked at the stage again, frowned, and subconsciously reached toward the edge of the stage... But immediately after, an invisible wall blocked him out.

"Oh no..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

The audience went on stage, and he became an audience member off-stage, which meant his body had been completely controlled by the "Calamity of Mockery."

This situation wasn't the first time it had happened. Chen Ling knew very well that it was impossible to break through the fourth wall and take back the stage with his own power... The last time he succeeded, it was because of the assistance of his master, Yao, and the Land of God's Sacrifice, and the Calamity of Mockery was also in a state of being sealed by a tablet.

The current situation was clearly even trickier than last time!

Chen Ling's brain worked at high speed, trying to find a way to break the situation... Just then, his peripheral vision caught the curtain image on the stage, and his pupils contracted sharply!

……

"Is this... the Calamity of Mockery?"

The Butcher looked at the Scholar's limbs all over the ground and muttered to himself.

The Scholar, who had been chatting and fighting alongside them just now, had turned into fragments in the blink of an eye. The bloody scene and the terrifying aura of the Calamity of Mockery in the distance left a very heavy shadow in his heart...

Although he had long heard of the terror of World-Ending calamities, it wasn't until this moment that he realized how great the gap between humans and the World-Ending level was.

As the earth beside him cracked open, a bloodied body was spat out from it—it was the severely injured Red Sleeve.

"...Even she didn't last two moves?"

The Butcher saw Red Sleeve's injuries, his face incredibly ugly.

"That thing is simply not something we can contend with..." The Farmer walked over weakly, carrying his hoe. He swept his eyes over the nightmare-like dark world around him and smiled miserably,

"Today, none of us can leave this Calamity Domain alive..."

"But the four Ks of the Twilight Society have made their move. Chen Ling is their person, maybe they have a way?"

"A way?" The Farmer shook his head,

"Didn't you notice? Those four Ks are all of the Play God Path, and the Calamity of Mockery... is the natural enemy of the Play God Path."

He looked toward the battlefield and muttered to himself,

"They will all die at the hands of the Calamity of Mockery..."

Thud—!!!

A shockwave full of "World-Ending" pressure erupted from the distant battlefield, and visible ripples swept across, shaking the domain slightly.

Four figures in theatrical robes flew out from the air simultaneously, their bodies smashing into the ruins like cannonballs.

"Pfft—"

Excruciating pain came from all over Mo Jiao's body. He opened his mouth abruptly, and scarlet blood spat all over the ground. He looked wretched.

Not only him, but Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, and Wen Renyou were also injured. The original face masks were shattered, and their blood-stained faces were full of worry and anxiety!

Deep in the dusty ruins, a pitch-black "human figure" walked out slowly.

As it raised its hand slightly, the red butterflies flying all over the sky turned into a bright red paper umbrella, which it carried lightly on its shoulder. The edge of the umbrella rotated as its fingertips rubbed it, like an endless fate, rotating silently.

Ning Ruyu took a deep breath, supporting his body with his long spear, and slowly stood up from the ruins again. His white clothes, which had been untainted by the world, were now stained with blood, which was shocking.

"Senior Brother..."

Luan Mei and the others saw this and struggled to get up, but they had no strength left and could only call out anxiously.

Ning Ruyu gripped the spear shaft, his eyes fixed on the "human figure" walking slowly,

"Give my Little Junior Brother... back!"

A stage spread out behind Ning Ruyu, and he stomped his feet on the ground, flying out like a white lightning bolt.

A loud theatrical tune burst from Ning Ruyu's mouth, like spring thunder blooming in the sky. The "Sheng" face mask covered his face again. As the tip of his long spear flicked forward, the dark clouds in the sky stirred rapidly!

A huge spear tip, enough to pierce the sky, was outlined from the clouds, just like a divine general from a play entering reality. As Ning Ruyu thrust his spear, he descended divine punishment on the "human figure" with angry eyes!

The "human figure" stood quietly in place, waving the red umbrella in its hand casually, and the stage behind Ning Ruyu exploded with a bang.

Ning Ruyu's "performance" was interrupted, and he was forced out of the "divine general" role. The "Sheng" face mask on his face collapsed again, and the huge spear tip descending from the sky turned into red paper all over the sky, dissipating into the void...

With a wave of the Calamity of Mockery's hand, all of Ning Ruyu's Play God Path blessings were stripped away, leaving only one person and one spear, flying down from the sky!

Ning Ruyu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

The "human figure" spun the red paper umbrella in its hand gently, and an invisible blade crossed the long sky, directly cutting open Ning Ruyu's chest, creating a hideous blood wound that pierced from his shoulder to his waist!

Stained with blood, Ning Ruyu's figure fell headlong toward the earth, and several exclamations resounded through the sky:

"Senior Brother!!"

"Eldest Senior Brother!!!"

Under the stage, Chen Ling watched this scene, his eyes instantly turning red, roaring with rage.

He hammered the invisible wall with his fists, unprecedented fear and anger surging into his heart... He wasn't afraid of the Calamity of Mockery, but of "loss."

Chen Ling wasn't afraid of death; he had already died once when he realized his true identity... But later, the entire Twilight Society mobilized, and his old friends returned, which allowed him to find the meaning of his existence and gave him hope to live on.

But now, the warmth and hope he had finally obtained were heading toward destruction before his eyes...

And the source of the disaster was himself.

"Eldest Senior Brother!!!"

Chen Ling's ten fingers dug tightly into his palms, scarlet blood spreading outward. He hammered the fourth wall again and again, but could only leave blood-colored marks in the void...

In the curtain image, "he" was walking step by step toward the direction where Ning Ruyu fell.